I don't date a ton, but I've been basically amazed over the years by the willingness of beautiful, intelligent women to give me the time of day. And it occurs to me, you should always err on the side of asking.
And if you make a fool of yourself, at least you made a fool of yourself for a cause.
That's basically the point of this post, on a Telegraph blog some friends of mine write called "Macon Love."
Hey, it's Spring, when hot streaks begin, and you're unstoppable for no reason you need to understand or question. Go get her.
From the other direction, she was calling my eye,
It could be an illusion,
but I might as well try, might as well try